Quiet Money

Lyrics

Uhh, uhh, uhh
This is Quiet Money for life, understand huh?
This is Quiet Money for life, T.B.S
This is Quiet Money for life, get it right huh?
This is Quiet Money for life

It's another one, street stressin, keep pressin, he's guessin
Please, I'm in the cut, with a bottle, she's blessin
Where I been, that's the key question, niggas yellin keep reppin
I must of left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak of lessons if you seekin reference
Never leave your weapon, see me if you need connections, be in session
Built aggression only breeds deception
I'm in my nigga's field of flexion, so
Believe he's restin, heed the message
Fuck with me niggas'll beat you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully like the P's requested, we perfect this
Desperation got us extra hatin
No explanation for the murders, it's just speculation, recreation
This rap shit got us celebratin
Like we savin, we in hell with Satan, jail's awaitin, smell the basin
Serve time got me tailor-makin
Legendary now, niggas can't tell me nathan

Yo, yo, at fourteen, my hot ass was chasin bitches
Fifteen, my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count, nigga hit them trenches
Don't floss too hard, don't burn no bridges
Don't trust no bitch when your dough get heavy
And don't smoke with her, if the blunt rolled already
No ass bettin, if you show it, you better blast it
Math class on the corner, yeah I passed it
Could die right now, take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it, throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full
And the first nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Dram' got me hazy, chasin this cream
Fuck a dollar and a dream, hundred grams and a thorough team
And I'mma make the block work
Sosa, re-in' me up, got the hood on clockwork
Bed-Stuy nigga, y'all know it's on
Got a flow so strong, you could put it in a bong

When I die I'mma go in fashion, guns blastin
Cash inside of coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy an eye for an eye
But overall I will survive, check it out
When I go I'mma go in fashion, guns blastin
Cash inside of coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy an eye for an eye
But overall I will survive, nigga

Jump out the drop top, catch you while you coppin at that weed spot
Speak not, you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trenches, that's where y'all niggas scared to come at
Where all the guns at, where my shorty flip the ones at
That's where my sons at, you speak of war but you don't want that
I threw the Timbs out, and bought the GS with the rims out
I air your Benz out, baby moms and her friends out
I knock the lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you laced up, you paralyzed from the waist up
I'll fuck your face up, when I'm finished toss the case up
I mean the Cris' up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix-up, look all the ones that I fix up
I mean I fuck up, you fuck around you gettin stuck up
You press your luck up, back this motherfuckin truck up
I'm bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mac out, I blow your chest and your back out
If not the Glock out, I air this whole fuckin block out
I knock a cop out, fuckin high school dropout
Attempt murders, two to six be on the cop out
I'm fuckin with my niggas up North, on the lockout
The M.A. south, you run your mouth we smack the taste out
We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

It's time to, check the game and these cats that play in it
Quiet Money, youngest lieutenant, yeah well, it's been a minute
I'm in it, 'til my heart stop or blood touch the concrete
Beyond deep, these streets got me grippin my heat
Losin sleep, breakin day, slingin cracks to fiends
WD-40 to sixteens, havin backwards dreams
The cash, the cream, from the cradle, to the casket green
Got the game tied up, we the nastiest team
We flash, we steam, if it's on, then we mash your Beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back, your spleen, your brain, your face, your chest get sprayed
The Desert don't miss a spot, when it bust your way
We touch, we lay, in the streets, it's a must we play
We cook, we chop, bust pies down the cluster way
From night to day it's only right, that we cock and spray
These fearin hawks can spot a snake, from a block away
I told you A, what the game need is a change of speed
Visualize the realism, I'm a dangerous seed